What is the view from inside my cell, what are the things I see?
I see the walls, with their peeling paint and scribbled words left behind by hands that made this cell their home before me.
There are tiny squares that make up the door frame, and I can sometimes try to make out was is happening just beyond my reach.
Standing on top of a stack of books, I can look out the window located just about at the top of the cell. Seeing off into the distance over the razor wire, there are guard towers and buildings inside the prison fencing.
I can look in the stainless steel wall around the sink and toilet combo and see my reflection gaze back at me in its shiny surface. I look and wonder just how many images and memories are stored in that steel, pictures of faces that have looking into it, staring with their eyes full of different hopes and dreams.
This is my reality, my view of the world as I’ve come to know it over the years, enclosed by four square walls of the dullest white.
Travis Runnels, is a published author, who is currently working on his second novel.
Travis Runnels #999505
3872 FM 350
Livingston, TX 77351
A very sad every day reality, often for decades. And still, look at his big smile! I have a lot of respect for you Travis and all these people in there having to endure so much evil, restrictions, no human touch, and still, they have humor, dreams, hopes. Remarkably strong persons!